Story and photos by Matthew Archer
This morning I woke up early and started my day as usual. In the kitchen I prepared coffee, carried it upstairs and sat at my desk to check email. Then, I stepped out my front door in Court 10 and joined the concrete footpath leading to West Green. It was my first walk in several weeks, and as I strode into golden sunlight filtering through the olive trees, I felt bathed in a familiar tranquility. With each return to these walking paths, I wonder why I don’t do it more often. Yet here they are when I come back to them.
This morning I woke up early and started my day as usual. In the kitchen I prepared coffee, carried it upstairs and sat at my desk to check email. Then, I stepped out my front door in Court 10 and joined the concrete footpath leading to West Green. It was my first walk in several weeks, and as I strode into golden sunlight filtering through the olive trees, I felt bathed in a familiar tranquility. With each return to these walking paths, I wonder why I don’t do it more often. Yet here they are when I come back to them.
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